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Lindsey McDonald (stopitevilhand) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-09-19 10:53:00

Entry tags:

lindsey mcdonald, open, virgil hawkins/static

Who: Lindsey and OPEN
What: Breakfast raid
Where: Random grocery store
When: Morning
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

He almost expected to catch a whiff of decaying flesh and see a corpse come shambling out of the dark alleyway, starving for flesh. Wasn't that how the scene laid out in movies where the streets looked like they currently did? The usual Monday morning hustle and bustle had been replaced by quiet and a lack of people on their way to work. From the little he'd picked up on the boards among the accusations and casual proclamations of demonic possession, most of the population had split off into groups and were laying low while waiting for someone or something to fix this.

Lindsey had stuck around, stayed out of trouble. It wasn't like he could leave Lawrence and with all the new rules, he wanted a good idea of what he was facing before he went off on his own. So far he hadn't heard anyone breathe a word about Wolfram and Hart, but he wasn't putting anything past the multi-dimensional firm. If this was one of their dimensions, they weren't going to let a wayward employee who'd shot up the boardroom wander off because of a little dimensional hopping technicality.

There was only so long he could stay still in the less grander sense of the word, so he'd headed out. He had a knife in his back pocket, a small idea of what to look for in the demonically possessed, and a few new tricks up his sleeve. If magic even worked the same way here that it did there. That was probably a question for the demon that had a talk or two with the former version of his self that had shown up. Even with everything he'd seen since entering Wolfram and Hart's employment, that still came off as weird.

The sight of a grocery store up ahead made his stomach grumble loudly, reminding him that his last meal had been a while ago. Broken glass crunched under the soles of his sneakers as he crept towards the two broken windows at the front of the store. It looked like someone had already come and gone with whatever it was they were looking for. Pulling off his coat, he tossed it over the sharp broken glass that lined the bottom of the windowsill, about to climb in when he heard glass crunch again and not by his own doing.

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future_shocked
2010-09-23 10:00 pm UTC (link)

"So you're going to steal from them?" He questioned as if it really mattered anymore. Virgil was hungry too. But really he didn't think stealing was the answer. He watched Lindsey with a disapproving look, but he didn't say anything more for a while. The more he looked around the more he realized there was going to be little chance in stopping him. Many of the shops in the little district had closed as well. Some were smart and had bars on the window, but even those looked as though they'd been ransacked. Windows were broken, people were scared and doing what they could to survive. Who was he to tell them otherwise? There supplies were running low.

No trucks made deliveries into town anymore, it was almost like they were isolated from the outside world. What else were they supposed to do? It wasn't like they were stealing money at least..Virgil climbed into the window and through to the other side to join Lindsey. He felt bad about it though and hesitant. Part of him wanted to leave money, but the other wondered if it would just get stolen too. So he picked up a bag of chips and peered over at the other man.

"I guess it isn't going to end any time soon." There wasn't much left to chose from, infact whatever he had in his hand was some knock off brand of Doritios. When he turned around he got a better look at the guy and tilted his head slightly. "Eliot?"

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stopitevilhand
2010-09-24 02:03 am UTC (link)

"I guess I am. Planning on arresting me?" He turned, arms held out in front of him, wrists turned up. It wasn't like he was the one who had broken into the store in the first place. Someone had taken the initiative before him and he was just capitalizing on the aftermath. Most of the perishables had probably already turned, or started to turn, and anything in the coolers had gone bad. "Most of this is probably going to get thrown out anyway when the owners come back and start cleaning up. As far as crimes go, it's not a death punishable by electrocution." And one that he could easily talk his way out of.

The only light in the store came from the emergency lights and what little of the morning light could get in. Just as he'd guessed from what he'd seen from the outside, many of the shelves were ransacked, the unneeded items scattered and dumped in the floor. Find what you're looking for quick and get out. He glanced back over the shelf, snorting softly as he saw the kid scrambling in after him. Funny what the need to survive could make someone do.

"You tell me." From the way people talked about it, crazy things happened, but not usually this bad. They didn't need to know the plural of apocalypses here. There was just the one that everything built up to, like the Senior Partners' pet project. How things worked in these parts was still a mystery to him. He paused by one of the shelves, pushing aside a few boxes while he eyed the selection of cereal that was left before picking out one of them and pulling open the flap.

That name kept coming up. The resemblance must not have been so passing after all. He started to say otherwise, hesitated, then decided to leave it at a noncommittal remark as he headed for the coolers, see where that got him. "Hmm?"

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